“Here,” said he, handing her a written paper, “give him that, an' it will do as well as money. He expects Master Dick's interest for Dalton's farm, an' I'll engage he'll attend to that.”
She received the paper, and looking at it, said—
“I hope this is none of the villainy I suspect.”
“Be off,” he replied, “get what you want, and that's all you have to do.”
“What's come over you?” asked Sarah of her father, after the other had gone. “Did you get afeard of her?”
“There's something in her eye,” he replied, “that I don't like, and that I never seen there before.”
“But,” returned the other, a good deal surprised, “what can there be in her eye that you need care about? You have nobody's blood on your hands, an' you stole nothing. What made you look afeard that time?”
“I didn't look afeard.”
“But I say you did, an' I was ashamed of you.”
“Well, never mind—I may tell you something some o' these days about that same woman. In the meantime, I'll throw myself on the bed, an' take a sleep, for I slept but little last night.”